As soon as Cao Jinlie took his seat, Deputy Baihu Lin An and others also took their seats.
They introduced each other.
In fact, Yang Yu also knew the identities of everyone very well.
Before traveling, Wei He spent a whole night introducing these colleagues to him.
Although Cao Jinlie belongs to a hundred households, he once failed in an important errand. Before that, he was a member of the Imperial Guard of a thousand households.
His two deputy 100 households, one named Lin An and the other Zhao Qing, are also very skilled in martial arts.
As everyone sat down, there was a burst of light, and then the atmosphere became lively.
Deputy 100th Household Zhao Qing just said: "Others always compare me, the Golden Guard, with the Six Doors. Don't you know, this is a big joke!"
"oh?"
Yang Yu held the wine glass and waited for the next step.
When he launched an attack outside Dulong Town, he naturally wanted to lure the bandits from Dulong Village out of the mountain. He was also waiting for the Jinyi Guards to come.
Jinyiwei is far more strict than Six Doors.
Those who join the job must be from good families. In addition, there are many assessments. He is almost certain that there must be Jin Yiwei behind him.
"There are six gates in any of the twenty-seven prefectures and nearly a thousand counties in the nine states of the Ming Dynasty. Their number is ten times that of my Jinyi Guards, and they are often engaged in hunting down murderers and capturing bandits.
Most of this great reputation comes from this. But I, Jinyiwei, only have twenty-seven strongholds!"
Zhao Qing looked proud:
"We accept the emperor's order and inspect all officials in the local area. No matter the frontier officials, the generals in the army or the local heroes, we all have the right to kill first and report later!
"Fang Qidao, the chief arrester of Liumen Qingzhou, will be in awe of hundreds of households when he sees him."
He was also less than thirty years old, with a pale face and no beard. He was more cold and stern than Lin An, and he also seemed extremely rude when he spoke.
Yang Yu also understood that his words might be exaggerated, but they were probably true.
Since ancient times, the three levels of Beijing officials and the six gates stationed in the place are naturally not as powerful as the Jin Yiwei. However, in terms of strength alone, the two sides should be about the same.
It's just that Jinyiwei was founded before the founding of the Ming Dynasty. It has been favored for four hundred years, and its background is probably higher.
Just seeing that Zhao Qing wanted to say something else, he quickly interrupted:
"Is this the chief arrester of the Six Gates of Qingzhou, the chief arrester of Jinzhang?"
"Zhao Qing's words are somewhat exaggerated. After all, Fang Qidao is in charge of six gates in a state. Although his status is not that of Wei Zhengxian and Nie Wendong, he still has more status than me."
Cao Jinlie drank glass after glass of wine without delay in answering:
"He is a silver medal catcher, and he practices the 'Thirteen Life-Destroying Swords' of superior martial arts. In the entire Qingzhou, his martial arts can be ranked among the top ten.
Only we, the commander-in-chief, can stabilize one end."
"My lord is too modest."
Lin An put down the bowl and chopsticks, sighed with satisfaction, and then praised his master:
"With your merits, you can acquire a superior martial arts in a little while. By then, you may not be able to compete with Fang Qidao."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Yang Prison.
With this kid's achievements, it is almost certain that he will choose a superior martial arts. How could he not be envious of this?
The level of blood exchange represents soil, but martial arts represents seeds.
Low-level martial arts are like grass seeds that can be seen everywhere, medium-level martial arts are like the roots of big trees, and high-level martial arts are almost like rare and rare grasses.
The difference is so huge that words cannot explain it.
"Don't talk about this."
Cao Jinlie waved his hand, looked at Yang Yu, and said:
"I heard from Wei He that the purple and gold gourd that swallows evil fell into your hands first? Yes or no?"
"good."
Yang Prison nodded.
This could not be hidden from Jin Yiwei, of course, he had no intention of hiding it.
"You know how to weigh things at a young age. You are really a person."
Cao Jinlie gave a compliment.
Lin An and others were also somewhat impressed.
They knew what the Purple Gold Gourd was, but they thought to themselves that if they were in another position, they might not be able to make such a decision.
Without him, this fruit is too precious.
This is no longer priceless. You must know that the last person who clearly obtained the Tao Fruit was the Great Li Army God Li Yuan.
Among the many people who are suspected of having obtained the Tao Fruit, they include the world's top leaders like Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu, and Zen Master Guangjue of Lanke Temple.
"With my martial arts, I can't hold it even if I get it. It's better to hand it over and exchange it for something useful."
Yang Yu picked up the wine glass and wet his mouth, feeling a little worried.
They all thought that they had handed over the Dao Fruit, but only he knew that the essence of the purple gold gourd was in the Cauldron of Gluttony in his chest.
"That being said, it is Dao Fruit after all..."
There was light surging in Cao Jinlie's eyes. Just thinking about it made him unable to control himself:
"For three thousand years, it has been something that countless emperors have dreamed of..."
Cao Jinlie's mood fluctuated, and the rest of the Jinyi Guards also had complicated moods. They were backed by numerous intelligence organizations in the world, but they knew much more than these idiots in the world.
Seeing that everyone was in complicated moods, Yang Yu was moved in his heart and asked:
"Brother Cao, what does this so-called Dao Fruit really mean?"
It had been several months since he had obtained the Kuixing Ranking Map. Yang Yu had read it over and over again countless times, but unfortunately his gains were limited.
"This... I'm afraid you will regret it if I say it."
Looking at Yang Yu, Cao Jinlie's mood improved.
Compared to myself who gained and lost and never gained anything, I am still much better off.
The others also figured it out and looked at Yang Yu with pity in their eyes.
If he knew what he had lost, would he beat his chest and grab the ground with his head in frustration?
"If man is the spirit of all things, this thing is the essence of heaven and earth! This is not what I said. It may have been said by the Qin Emperor three thousand years ago, or it may have been said by the first Martial Saint 'Lu Chen'.
"
Cao Jinlie took a sip of wine and then said:
"According to them, this so-called Qi Dao Fruit is the essence of heaven and earth. It has all kinds of incredible powers, incredible magical powers, and incredible creations."
Three unbelievable things in a row, Cao Jinlie couldn't help but take a few more sips of wine.
The earliest origin of Dao Fruit cannot be studied. According to historical records, from the beginning of Emperor Qin to the next 2,600 years, more than a hundred emperors have pursued this thing.
Folks are looking for immortals and Taoism, and there are countless people who are diligently searching for it.
"If it was just like this, we would have just listened to it as a legend until four hundred years ago. At that time, the previous dynasty was dim, the world was corrupt, and the bleakness was almost indescribable.
Until Grandpa Taizu was born!"
When Cao Jinlie said this, his expression became solemn:
"Grandfather Taizu was born in a humble family. It is said that when he was young, there was a famine. His parents died of starvation on the same day. Only Taizu was left crying. After crying, his father and mother cried for his brother..."
Yang Yu listened carefully and had some guesses in his mind.
However, he originally thought that Zhang Yuanzhu, the great ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, had obtained the Tao Fruit, but he didn't expect it to be someone else.
"...That person's name had long been erased from the book by Taizu, but the matter about Daoguo was recorded in history books for the first time."
Cao Jinlie sighed:
"It is said that in order to surround and kill that man, everyone in the Ming Dynasty was in mourning and the whole world was sad. Unfortunately, Taizu did not get the 'Seven Kills' Dao Fruit."
"What's the difference between this and the legend?"
Yang Prison felt a little disappointed.
The records of unknown people four hundred years ago, who do not know whether they are true or false, still seem too vague.
"You have touched it with your own hands, do you still think it is a legend?"
Lin An couldn't help but interject a word.
He looked at Yang Yu with bright eyes, and he was really curious:
"Then what does the purple-gold evil-swallowing treasure gourd look like? What's so magical about it? Tell me about it?"
"Purple gold color, big fist, bright."
Yang Yu's words are concise and concise.
He really doesn't know what's so magical about this Tao Fruit. At least for now, he hasn't seen anything.
"this……"
The corner of Zhao Qing's mouth twitched.
Others were also speechless.
"Although there is no clear evidence, according to the speculations of many people over thousands of years, these Taoist fruits have a lot to do with the gods and Buddhas in ancient legends.
Therefore, many people speculate that the Tao Fruits were left behind by the gods, or that the gods only became gods after obtaining these Tao Fruits."
Cao Jinlie organizes the language:
“What about ‘Seven Kills’, ‘Kuixing’, ‘Grean Wolf’, ‘Jialan’, ‘Golden Boy’, ‘Cihang’ and the like…
It is said that this Tao Fruit must be refined in a very special way in order to gain the authority within it."
"What ceremony?"
Yang Yu's heart moved, and the four steps required to refine the Kuixing Dao Fruit surged in his mind.
Subdue his heart, perform rituals, light up his destiny chart, and refine his rank.
"Some people say it is related to the legends of those gods, but no one knows whether it is or not..."
Cao Jinlie was not without regrets.
If possible, he really wanted to ask those who were suspected of having obtained the Tao Fruit.
But thinking about those people, he had to give up these thoughts.
"Those fairy tales..."
Yang Yu's heart moved.
When he obtained the Kuixing Rank Map, he seemed to have seen a similar legend...
"Okay, let's stop here!"
While Yang Yu was thinking about it, Cao Jinlie put down his wine glass heavily, and the clear voice echoed, and everyone's spirits suddenly cleared.
"It came quite quickly."
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed and he looked out the window.
At this time, the sky was dark, the north wind was howling, and the snow was drifting. Black Dragon Town was dark everywhere, with only scattered lights. Faintly, he smelled an unusual smell.
"get out!"
Suddenly, a loud shout exploded from the night.
The visitor's internal energy was extremely strong, and the roar almost exploded over the entire Dulong Town. Hundreds of feet away, the unfinished wine in the restaurant rippled.
"Is there such a master in Poison Dragon Village?"
Lin An raised his eyebrows.
The other Jin Yiwei were also a little surprised.
Tap tap tap~
The sound of heavy and undisguised footsteps came closer and closer.
Yang Yu lowered his eyes and looked.
In the cold wind hunting room, I saw an old man with a long black beard and stern brows coming with a sword. He was as sharp as a sword. After taking a look from a distance, I felt my eyes sting.
"My son..."
Taking a piece of rag from the wind, Lu Ming exhaled a deep breath and looked at the only lit restaurant:
"You little beast! I won't be able to eliminate the hatred in my heart until I tear you to pieces!"